Priceless Miranda Silver Novels & Stories

“Ryder will insist on revenge but I can’t let him do this. I can’t let him ruin his life. Promise me, Miss Scarlett. You won’t tell anyone about what you heard today. Not even to Ryder. I…” Miranda suddenly becomes sweaty and falls on the floor. “Miranda!” Scarlett gasps and holds her. “What are you-” “I have cancer,” Miranda reveals. “I can’t lose my grandchildren. I’ll have to raise them with the limited time I have. Promise me, Miss Scarlett. You won’t tell anyone about tonight. Don’t even tell anyone that you saved Ryder. You don’t know them. They’ll kill your parents too. If Vincent Hawkins finds out that you know his dirty deeds, he’ll kill you and your family.”

Aldrin asked as he scratched his head “One of the duchesses has made an order for 6.” “Okay.” Mira nodded. Aldrin handed her 60 gold coins. “Do you have glittering pieces that I can use for my work?” Mira asked without confidence. She had seen the stuff in her previous life, but she didn’t know what they were called. Aldrin took her around to the sections where he had all things sparkly. Mira looked around before spotting what she wanted, the copper-colored reflective bits of metal. “This…. I want this…” Mira pointed excitedly.

Silver nodded, lips curved in a restrained smile, and left. "What's your problem?" Miranda asked, mixing the rest of the drinks into her cup. He didn't reply; simply glanced towards the bathroom, watching Silver walk through the door, impatiently willing Nathan to walk out of it. Miranda took a swig of the demonic drink and hissed, slamming the glass on the table. "Now everything's awkward," she slurred, resting her elbow on the table, her finger circling the rim of her glass. "Babe, let's go home," Elena yawned, staring up at him. His eyes darted towards her. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, offering her a sip from his drink.

Karima chipped in and I raised my brows. "And why are you calling me that?" I asked. "That's how you are you." Jordan snapped and I retorted too. "Oh please, let her speak for herself. I am Mira Silver, don't call me Lady!" I instructed firmly.

Miranda's voice burst out once more, this time intended to embarrass Amelia; she wasn't bidding for the gemstone any longer, but she was implicitly telling Amelia that whatever was hers would be hers, including Andrew and she wouldn't let anyone, steal it. " What is mine is mine, and I do not allow others to take it from me." Miranda was thinking to herself. " $5 million to the lovely woman with a white mask, going once, twice...Sold!" The audience erupted in applause when the MC announced it. Is she serious?! Did she really do that?!

She snuggles in tighter to Colby, as I sit there considering Miranda and the road ahead. “Do we know the long-term effects of the silver in her system?” I asked. “We don’t know anything at this point. We are in uncharted territory, Rick. The best we can do is pray to the Moon Goddess that she spares Miranda any long-term complications,” Kate says sadly. “When can I see her?” I ask. “She should be in her room in half an hour. You can stay with her, I’ll have a cot put in the room for you,” she offers. Nodding in appreciation, I turn to Alex and tell him I am going to go for a walk on my own. I need time to compose myself as I consider how close I was to losing Miranda. I still could

So cry I did, for even in the Obsidian Moon, my son been given the kindness of a crib, a simple comfort August so richly deserved. "You only ever have two faces about you, mother dearest: sad as f*ck and angry as shit." Miranda was wearing thick rubber gloves when she opened the door to protect herself from the silver. In one hand, she held a tray with two plates filled to the brim with spiced chicken in some sort of peppery sauce, what appeared to be a fruit of some kind, and rice with red beans. A jug filled with some type of liquid with a few earthenware cups was slung low on her narrow hips with a leather harness of some sort.

This time from Violet, she placed a hand on Samantha’s arm as she lowered her hand. “I am Samantha Silver. The AL-PHA of the SilverFang pack. I’ll thank you to not call me Luna, or ‘Hot Little Lady’ I demand the same respect from you that I have offered you. You may call me Alpha Sam or Alpha Samantha, whichever you prefer.” Her eyes flashed again, as more silver flecks appeared in her eyes. Another stronger wave of warning flooded the room and a few betas shifted nervously in their places.

Hera said, her jaw winding impossibly tight. "Let's see how Reid reacts if I return your dead body to him," Mira purred, twirling a strand of my hair around her finger. "His precious little slave," Hera taunted. "When this is over, you'll be calling me Luna," I said, a smirk lifting the corner of my mouth. "Don't forget what happened the last time you underestimated me," I reminded Mira. "The use of Silver during the Luna Trials will get you disqualified," Mira said, a hint of fear flickering behind her eyes. "Who said anything about silver?" I laughed at her.

In fact, no one’s gaze was, not as Myra had entered into the hall, stealing the show; whispers began to spread around as the hall went quiet, with Draven’s throat dry at the scene before him. Myra looked perfect in a silver dress, her hair elegantly curled with a silver brooch tiara on her head. She wears a silver dress adorned with a thousand gemstones that shimmers with each step she takes. Her collarbones balance the sweetheart halter neck, which shimmers like crystal lights, a gift from Jorah's friends. The gown's bottom flows seamlessly, featuring a slit that glides down her pearl-colored legs. Myra never lost her composure, not even when her eyes met Draven's, and it felt like they wer